Luyện nghe bài hát Roll Out

Hey y'all, can do something for me?
Can bounce, can y'all bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can y'all bounce, bounce, bounce,

Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Can y'all bounce, can bounce, what?
Hey y'all, can y'all do for me?
Ficky, ficky, ficky, ficky,

I be creepin' in backyards, in alley ways
My in the 360, I'm in a escalade
We piled high, sittin' on low pros
in the back of us, with his range rov

Bold ladies in back, one ridin' in the front
No in here, so put out your freakin' blunt
This how we gon' do it, so pay to the rules
Women in sexy gear, down and no shoes

why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep ours alive
For that alcohol is full of, of surprise
That's how we're ball, walk before we crawl
here, this here, is that party y'all

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Roughest, toughest, fastest, one of the
Rappin' asses, tickin' on a Timbaland
Layin' in traffic, shiftin' gears in the
Tryin' to get past this old couple in a

my horn at 'em, flickin' on my hazards
G. callin' me, on his phone laughin'
Thinkin' his chick out the sunroof flashin'
I went in the grass, like to kill a rabbit

Swerve back into traffic, radio
Slammed on the brakes, ya old
Tim zig-zaggin', hell, he in the
And girls sittin' on the trunk, droppin' wine

Wind blowin' dresses up, showin' off the
Polka-dot stripe thongs crammed in fannies
Whoop, you could be Ms. Barry, as you is
Tim, pull it over, let 'em in here

out
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the noise
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out
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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me in a chick and her name is Kim
Tryna you who I hit 'cuz I ran out of Bim
food so dangerous that I'm crackin' my rim
Like why Taco Bell drive-through so slim

I'm out too, no top on the Benz
Big body, too, just like I out the gym
Man, I'm speeding through, not just the wind
Look, the needle to the gas is right at the end

Now, I'm to sin, lying again
Pumpin' gas in the Benz with no money to
And kid that walk in, cashier turning again
So it's a good thing that lady in her twins

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out
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All I do is listen to Eightball, the hoes on call
High dank in my gas and eat raw franks
Grill in my bed and serve two steak and
And I'm scheming on daughter
With on and Clairborne

Don't get it twisted, I'm gold and two fisted
Both arms ready to roll,
I'm past beserk, I go to work
the boss, "Go 'head
Give me some and hot sauce"

an a track of Diana Ross playing
And drunk off some
I passed out and woke up at
Thought it was crack of dawn, but ass was in my
Said them was Versache, I thought she had Versace

out
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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out
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Get
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Get girls
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Get your
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Hit the
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Bring the
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